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My orgasm rushes through me like a tsunami, destroying all rational thought.
Roni heaves beneath me and moans my name as she comes again, gripping my arms tight before her nails dig into me. She finally lets go with one resounding shuddering sigh, “Drew,” and collapses against the mattress with my heavy body on top of her.
We stay entwined while our hearts work to return to a normal rhythm. I know I should roll off her, give her room to breathe. I should have jumped up and taken care of the condom. In the past, I've even yanked on my jeans, a clear indicator that the evening had come to a close.
But I don't want to let her go.
And I have no plans to leave.
We make love again in the early morning hours, and it's like nothing I have ever experienced. Every touch and caress is filled with emotion and tenderness, and I can feel my walls slowly crumbling away.
When sunlight finally filters into Roni's bedroom, I'm no longer afraid of what my father might do if he discovers the photos.
I can only think about Roni and how quickly I'm falling for her.
Chapter7
Roni
Itake a deep breath and crane my neck to survey the space. My eyes dart from the camera tripod to the softened spotlights in each corner of the room as I attempt to find the perfect balance between natural and artificial light. I squint at my reflection in the lens, then adjust the settings with a few swift clicks of the dial.
After the first day, I set up my equipment around the room, even bringing in a few extra tripods since we would be here for a couple of weeks. So far, I've gotten incredible shots.
Drew is an absolute natural with these kids—he understands them. He speaks their language and says the right things to get them to open up and show their true selves in front of the camera. He has this uncanny way of blending right in, so they don't even see him as an outsider; they accept him like one of their own.
What started as a way to give back and get good PR has become so much more. It’s like a documentary of a man revisiting his past to determine his future. Whether he acknowledges it or not, he’s had a rough life. And now he’s potentially facing a difficult decision. Through my camera, I'm learning Drew is far more than the football player I initially found myself drawn to. More than the man I simply wanted to photograph.
Behind the lens, I've been so caught up in watching how he engages with the kids, how he responds with genuine amusement and admiration, that I've found myself falling for him a little more each day.
I glance up from where I'm agonizing over the lighting in this corner and catch Drew watching me. As soon as our eyes meet, my heart flutters. He gifts me with that sexy grin, and I feel that electric spark between us that I've never felt with anyone else. Maybe he can read my mind and guess every thought that crosses it when I'm around him.
If that’s the case, I'm surprised neither of us have burst into flames because my thoughts are dirty when it comes to Drew Wylder.
Since we had pizza that night, we've spent most of our days and nights together. We typically spend half the day at the community center, sometimes more, before he goes off to the stadium to get in a light workout, and I head home to analyze the pictures I took. His hip and leg have been getting stronger daily, so he hopes to get the all-clear to head back to practice with the team next week.
Our nights are spent feverishly discovering all we can about each other. He has a small mole on his left hip and sucks in a gasp when I lick it.
He's found out I'm ticklish, and that I hate being tickled.
He makes the sexiest growl when he comes. And his eyes roll back as he bites his bottom lip.
I’ve discovered I immensely enjoy when he licks whipped cream from my belly button.
Not so surprisingly, the fall weather hasn't been our friend, so we've stayed mostly indoors doing crafts and indoor games with the kids. Using a large whiteboard to draw out different plays, he engages them in role play using a foam football. Drew talks to them a lot about what it’s like to be a professional football player. They ask tons of questions, and he patiently answers each. Surprising me, he even told them about how he attended this very center almost every day from the age of seven until twelve.
Our conversation about his father comes back to me, like it has a few times since he told me his story.My father's job may have pulled him away more than I liked, but when he was home, it was heaven. We laughed, we played, and he took me to games. We made memories that will last me a lifetime. I only wish he lived long enough to enjoy a retired lifestyle with my mom. She never complained, but I couldn’t miss the sadness in her eyes when he had to leave again for work. She always said they'd have their time together when he retired. Unfortunately, a car accident ended that dream.
This second week's weather has been milder, and Drew received clearance from his doctor, so we headed outside. I'm sure he's been as antsy as the kids for the fresh air. As soon as he could, he marched them out the door like the Pied Piper, where he’s been teaching them how to hold, throw and catch an actual football. I worry the full days and fresh air will tire him out quickly, but he's put me to shame at night. Let's say we've tangled the sheets on the beds in both our apartments more than a few times.
The kids at the community center brighten whenever we're around. They’re always excited to have us there, and it fills me with joy to see them playing together, even if it's for a few hours. Drew is so good with children. He knows how to talk to them and brings out their best. Every time I watch him interacting with them, I fall deeper. How in the world will I ever go back to normal? I’ve even ignored work opportunities so I can stay in town with Drew. I didn't want a relationship, but I've somehow found one.
After we finish at the center each day, Drew takes me out for dinner at one of his favorite restaurants—he's got a lot—and we spend the evening talking and laughing about many topics, from our jobs to our hobbies to our dreams and aspirations—we stay away from family.
“Hey, what's got you so deep in thought?”
I jump. I didn't see or hear him approach. It speaks volumes because he's still on crutches when he's put too much strain on his hip. “Um, I'm just checking the lighting.”
“You haven't looking into your camera for the last ten minutes.”
